It’s the time you spent alone that night that I know haunts us all, because we’ll never know what you went through. What you were thinking. Who you were calling out to. What your final minutes were like. I can’t imagine a more painful way for your mother and father to be forced to live out the rest of their lives. Sometimes I wonder if that’s why Diem is here. Maybe Diem was your way of making sure your parents would be okay. But in that same vein, not having Diem in my life would mean it’s your way of punishing me. It’s okay. I deserve it.
oh god
